"Well let us know by this evening," Jan told her as she ran out the door and foisted herself up into the truck. "And then we'll make plans. Greggory!" Jan called out the truck's window.

"Okay!" The older gentleman called back as the front door slammed and he hurriedly turned the lock. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Laughing, the younger couple waved goodbye as the truck sped down the long driveway. "How they're never late is a mystery to me," Chakotay's shoulders shook in his amusement. "What was that all about?"

"Jan," Kathryn turned back towards the cabin. "Asked me if we'd be willing to go to Boston for a camp fundraiser."

"Boston?" He repeated. "I've never been."

"Neither have I," She told him. "I told her we'd talk about it."

"So, it's a fundraiser for the camp?"

"Mm," She pulled the colourful booklet from her coat pocket. "A national camp fundraiser where donors come and hear about different camps like this one and see if they'd potentially like to donate money."

"What did you tell her?"

"Well," Kathryn looked up at him. "I told her that I would talk it over with you. If we go, we have to be there by Friday."

"This Friday?" He balked as he turned them towards the lake.

"Mm," She nodded.

"Well I have no objections," A boyish smile curved his lips. "I think it'd be fun to see what's outside of Indiana."

"I knew you'd have no objections," Her hand hit him squarely on the chest with an accustomed laugh. But I thought I would talk it over with you anyway."

Their boots crunched over the uneven stones as they surveyed the scene in front of them. To their far right, an empty boat rack sat solemnly waiting for summer when it would holder canoes and kayaks. Chakotay released her as he bent down to retrieve a smooth spherical stone. He turned it once in his hand, admiring the plain greyness before he angled his body, cocked his wrist, and released it to skip effortlessly across the surface of the water.

In mimicry, she bent down and picked up a random rock, trying to copy his stance and the movement of his wrist. Quickly, she threw the stone, but was disheartened when, instead of gliding like his did, it plonked brusquely into shallow water not far from the shoreline."How did you do that?"

"You're doing it all wrong," His eyes searched the shoreline for another amenable stone. "It's all in the posture, and the flick of your wrist."

"Okay," She looked down absurdly. "So, what's wrong with my posture?"

"Well," He turned his head sideways as he looked at her. "Stick your butt out a little more."

Obediently, Kathryn spread her feet shoulder length apart and stuck her bottom out just a little. "Like this?"

"Uh," He stood back, admiring her under the guise of instruction. "A little more."

She pushed out a little more before she caught on and stood to full height. "You're just looking at my butt aren't you?"

"Just taking advantage of a tactical opportunity, Captain," Big blinding dimples came out to defend his innocence as she rolled her eyes and took a lunge at him.

"You're incorrigible, Chakotay!" She laughed fully with her amusement. "Well are you going to show me how to skip these stones, or are you just going to stand there admiring my ass?"

"Well," He paused. "It is a nice ass-Ow!" He rubbed his shoulder when she jestingly hit him again. "Okay, Okay! What you want to do," He bent down and sussed out another amenable rock. "Is get a flat stone. The flatter the better. And then…" Finding one, he walked up behind her and placed it in her hand as he pulled her hips back against his. "Take your arm out like this..."

"This?" She was barely paying attention to the stone.

"Mmhmm," His breath on her neck wasn't encouraging any modicum of concentration. "And now keep your wrist cocked and then-" He let go. "Flick it."

He stepped back, allowing her to throw the stone, watching it as it skipped twice and then fell in. "Hey!" She looked back to see his smile. "I did it! So where did you learn to do that?"

He took her hand and meshed their fingers together as they walked back towards the camp. "When I was a boy, my sister and I used to see who could throw it the farthest at this lake near our village."

"Where are we going?" She asked when they'd passed the cabin.

"I want to show you the recreation centre," He pointed to the large building in front of them. "Gregg and I made plans to knock down those two sides and add more space. Then, instead of putting wooden walls back up, we're going to replace it with glass. Gregg said he knows a guy who hires college kids on their break. So with Easter vacation coming up, we might be able to get this done sooner than we thought." He finished satisfactorily.

"That's wonderful," She beamed as they stepped into the large hall.

Not having been to the centre yet, she was surprised by how large it was. The snow had prevented her from seeing most of the property, and only now was she actually realising how extensive it was. "The kitchen is just beyond there," He pointed to two large steal doors off to the side. "And these are the walls we're going to knock down."

"That'll be perfect," She imagined. "Right now you can't even see the lake."

"That's what we were thinking."

"So," Kathryn took a seat on one of the benches that had been moved off to the side of the room. "Boston?"

"Yes," He huffed his excitement.

"We'll be there for three days, Jan said. We'll have to get evening wear."

"Like a suit?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Like a suit," She confirmed. "And a dress. An evening dress."

He sat back with an anticipatory grin. "I don't think I've ever seen you in an evening dress."

She gave an exasperated look. "I don't even remember the last time I wore one!"

"That makes two of us," He agreed. "I haven't worn a suit in years. Maybe going on decades at this point," He shuddered.

"Well," She glinted. "You know what I always say. We are explorers, after all."